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Attack of the Willow Monster: Diapers

As I've mentioned before, changing Willow's diaper really takes a minor miracle some days. Well, the task is getting even harder. I suppose you'd call it a major miracle now.
After I pick up Willow and carry her toward her room, she sees the picture hanging in the hall outside her door and starts whimpering. She knows what's coming. A few steps later, I lay her down, and she starts that cute, but fake, cry of hers (Mommy loves this face, it's so cute).
Getting her to the changing table is the easy part. The hard part comes as soon as I start tugging her pants down. That's when the squirming begins.
Usually Mommy and I temper this by giving Willow a toy to play with, but that's not working anymore. Willow pitches the toy over the side then grabs one of the rails and pulls herself over onto her tummy. Then she tries to crawl off the table. She doesn't make it that far, of course, but having to pin your baby down and constantly having to flip her back onto her back is not fun. Also, after you've flipped her back two or three times, she really gets angry (and Willow can get REALLY angry).
Some changings are better than others. Sometimes she's calm. But most times, this is what we get, a baby girl (who is somehow stronger than me) who repeatedly tries to flip over onto her tummy and crawl away, usually while the dirty diaper is off and sitting alarmingly close to her flailing legs.
Somehow we always get the diapers changed. I don't know how. And once the whole traumatic experience is over for Willow, she returns to her sweet, sweet little self.
Like I said, it's a major miracle.
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